Luyện nghe bài hát Ballantines

It must be ringing the bells
Of doors that swing wide anymore
It must be hearing the sound
Of voices just of the door

A man who couldn't hold your
Who's hung on antidote
So it be hard watching the fellows gloat

It be hard seeing the same old crowd
Just pass you by in the
It must be tough your stuff
only horrify the elite

You cut off everyone you
Boy you told `em all to go
Now it be hard getting the same revoke

Well, patrons at the bar in Lexington
Who for every drink you downed
With things the way are it's not that kind of party
If what you've got might just be (?)

The fat won't be getting thin
Seeing the kind of jam in
Though the angels dance on the of another pin